For the past few weeks the mere thought of writing in this book has made me anxious. There was so much going on and I had little inclination to write. I don’t understand why. So I’ll share some of the highlights of my days here.
I decided that Eve has worked hard enough, frolicked long enough and has enough antics under her belt to merit her own Instagram account. And she deserves a last name. Here she is: Eve van Vaterbearer. Follow her on @stories_of_eves.
I finally got my long-awaited package from Bianca: a care pack from a dear friend. Thank you, B. You have made me very happy, appeasing my hunger for mail and my passion for food. For the past few month, my friend Bianca Simonian’s Almond Kulture was a mere Instagram/Facebook celebrity I adored from afar. I had no […]
I miss it already. I don’t know what it is about these Grove Cottages that has such a pull on me. This is my third visit to one of their cottages in less than a year: I’ve visited Rose in Edwardstone, Brook in Dedham and now this little gem: The Old Monkey in Hadleigh. This […]
So I finally started writing in my new journal from the wonderful Hope House Press. I noticed that my ink was being absorbed in a different way, seeping through to the other side. To me, that was a problem. But every problem that presents itself comes with at least one creative solution. So I decided that I’m going to roll […]
I hadn’t realized how many Eves I’d shot and not posted here. As always, they’ve had weeks of antics, discoveries and the usual tomfoolery. My Eves chose this song for the post because they are a gaggle of drunken harlots tonight: The Cat Empire-The Wine Song